My tongue dips out to wet my lips. “Fuck, I wish it was me wrapped around you instead of your hand. Feeling you slide in and out of me, filling me up so good.”

Unable to take it any longer, my free hand grips my aching cock, working it in long, languid strokes. I exhale shakily as my heart pounds behind my ribs. Watching him come undone sends a jolt of lust through me, and I’m already so close to the edge.

He watches me with hungry eyes as he uses his pre-cum as lubricant, easily gliding up and down his fat, veiny cock. “You fucking your hand, baby?”

Nodding my head, I put the phone at an angle so he can watch me, but I can still see him too. Neither of us says anything as we watch each other, our heavy breaths and soft moans filling the space. My body’s on fire, pulse racing, and I can feel my release creeping up on me. Watching him is too much. Too sexy.

My hand slows down, my back arching into my grip. “You’re so… fucking perfect, Stone.” My voice comes out ragged, my head feeling light.

“You want me to come, Bambi?” he asks, and I nod my head. A devilish grin slides onto his face as his tongue pokes out, wetting his lips. “I want you to ask nicely for it. Beg for my cum.”

“Fuckkk, Stone.” My hand picks up the pace. Tightening my grip, damn near strangling my cock, as I stroke with fervor. “Please come for me, Stone. Please. Let me see you come all over yourself for me. Fuck… I’m… gonna come too.”

A growl rumbles from deep in his chest, seconds before his cock explodes. Hot ropes of cum cover his hand and chest. His head throws back, a look of pure bliss painting his features, and I lose it. My dick pulses before my release takes hold of me, coating my abs. We stay quiet as we catch our breaths. My pulse is hammering in my ears, my body molding to the bed like Jell-O.

Somehow, I muster up the energy to climb out of bed, shuffling over to the hamper and pulling my towel out. I wipe up my mess before throwing it back in and walking back over to the bed, climbing in. Rolling onto my side, I prop my phone up on the pillow beside me. Stone’s lying on his side too. Sleepy, sated eyes watch me, a satisfied smile sliding on his face.

“I wish you were here,” I tell him again, because I do. Falling asleep next to Stone, or wrapped up in his arms, is incomparable. The best sleeps I have are the ones where I’m with him. Sometimes it scares me how comfortable I am with him. How much my body craves him. My heart beats differently for him, and there’s no denying it.